| FOR shame! deny that thou bear’st love to any | |
| Who for thyself art so unprovident. | |
| Grant, if thou wilt, thou art belov’d of many, | |
| But that thou none lov’st is most evident; | |
| For thou art so possess’d with murderous hate | 5 |
| That ’gainst thyself thou stick’st not to conspire, | |
| Seeking that beauteous roof to ruinate | |
| Which to repair should be thy chief desire. | |
| O! change thy thought, that I may change my mind: | |
| Shall hate be fairer lodg’d than gentle love? | 10 |
| Be, as thy presence is, gracious and kind, | |
| Or to thyself at least kind-hearted prove: | |
| Make thee another self, for love of me, | |
| That beauty still may live in thine or thee. |